Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Scarred
Prologue:
'Introductions'
As I walked through the hallways I got dirty stares, rude gestures and shouts; but the only thing I heard were my footsteps echoing within the corridor. I finally arrived at my orange half locker with the word 'DIE' spread across it, opening it, grabbing whatever I needed and locked it back up. I kept my head low as I exited the school realizing I forgot something, and turned back.
As I made my way back into the now empty school, back up to my locker, and then back down the stairs, I felt someone staring at me. I turned around and raised an eyebrow; no one. I turned back around to once again leave this hellhole and came face to face with a boy. I gasped and took a step back.
"Hi! My name's Brendon!" He was too cheery and hyper.
"That's good for you," I mumbled and tried to step around him, no such luck.
"Usually, the other person in a conversation tries to talk back, and would most likely tell the other one their name," He wouldn't let me leave.
"Delilah," I sighed, "Now can I go. I'm late."
He huffed and walked away.
I'm not the most social person in the world. I rather stay to myself and finish what I came for. I was the girl who didn't get noticed. I wasn't good in school, nor with peers as you could see, so why try? I never really fit in with a particular group, and many bullied me about that issue. I walked back out and onto the street. I lived about 5 blocks away and wondered why Jon hasn't caught up with me yet.
Ah, Jon, my lovely sibling; we weren't the closest, but we got along. He was one year my senior, making him in grade 12, and I in grade 11. He, my mother, and I, all used to live in New York, but when my mom got a job offer for Nevada, she took it, and here we are now; a week later.
I felt a presence beside me as someone wrapped their arms around me, "Hey Dee."
"Hi Jon," I hugged back. He was the only one I could show true emotions to.
We pulled back and began walking again, "How was your week?" He questioned.
"Just peachy, you know? With all the screams and 'go kill yourselves'," I nodded as he frowned, "And especially the people, they all get me like no other and invited me to a party this week!"
"Enough with the sarcastic-ness," He smirked and continued, "So, mom's working late tonight, so I have a couple of friends coming over and we're ordering pizza. You're welcome to join us, if you like."
"Yes, another 'couple of friends' to hate me," I mumbled and pulled my jacket closer to me. We stopped talking after that, and continued our venture home.
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A/N: Hey guys, this is the prolouge to my next story. Hopefully you guys like it. Trust me, it'll get better, but there is warnings. my lovexxoXoxx
'Introductions'
As I walked through the hallways I got dirty stares, rude gestures and shouts; but the only thing I heard were my footsteps echoing within the corridor. I finally arrived at my orange half locker with the word 'DIE' spread across it, opening it, grabbing whatever I needed and locked it back up. I kept my head low as I exited the school realizing I forgot something, and turned back.
As I made my way back into the now empty school, back up to my locker, and then back down the stairs, I felt someone staring at me. I turned around and raised an eyebrow; no one. I turned back around to once again leave this hellhole and came face to face with a boy. I gasped and took a step back.
"Hi! My name's Brendon!" He was too cheery and hyper.
"That's good for you," I mumbled and tried to step around him, no such luck.
"Usually, the other person in a conversation tries to talk back, and would most likely tell the other one their name," He wouldn't let me leave.
"Delilah," I sighed, "Now can I go. I'm late."
He huffed and walked away.
I'm not the most social person in the world. I rather stay to myself and finish what I came for. I was the girl who didn't get noticed. I wasn't good in school, nor with peers as you could see, so why try? I never really fit in with a particular group, and many bullied me about that issue. I walked back out and onto the street. I lived about 5 blocks away and wondered why Jon hasn't caught up with me yet.
Ah, Jon, my lovely sibling; we weren't the closest, but we got along. He was one year my senior, making him in grade 12, and I in grade 11. He, my mother, and I, all used to live in New York, but when my mom got a job offer for Nevada, she took it, and here we are now; a week later.
I felt a presence beside me as someone wrapped their arms around me, "Hey Dee."
"Hi Jon," I hugged back. He was the only one I could show true emotions to.
We pulled back and began walking again, "How was your week?" He questioned.
"Just peachy, you know? With all the screams and 'go kill yourselves'," I nodded as he frowned, "And especially the people, they all get me like no other and invited me to a party this week!"
"Enough with the sarcastic-ness," He smirked and continued, "So, mom's working late tonight, so I have a couple of friends coming over and we're ordering pizza. You're welcome to join us, if you like."
"Yes, another 'couple of friends' to hate me," I mumbled and pulled my jacket closer to me. We stopped talking after that, and continued our venture home.
**
A/N: Hey guys, this is the prolouge to my next story. Hopefully you guys like it. Trust me, it'll get better, but there is warnings. my lovexxoXoxx
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